Naughty Babysitter

Chapter Four
Welcoming Feast

A pair of silvery-blue eyes followed the raven-haired girl as she through herself into Harry Potter's embrace. So that was Echo Foster. Not half bad actually but the putrid saint's arms around her is a bit repulsing the Slytherin prince thought sickly as he coughed down a gag. This was the girl he agreed to protect, another one of Pothead's little sluts like that mudblood Granger. Well that's just great. What a fun year he was going to have.

How, how did he get himself into this? Malfoys were known not to back down from a challenge nor go back on a deal, but this was too much. Not only did he have to suffer that cat but he had to put up with the mudblood as well because of his new Head Boy career. Sighing in frustration he let his eyes wonder over the new first year Slytherins girls.

' Hmmmm, she's nice. What was her name? Elizabeth Anderson. Yea that's her name. Not the hottest cat on the fence but a nice screw nonetheless.'

Sadly enough his manhood still hurt from the incedent with Rasika. God, she was so ...desirable and yet he hated her. Her ebony hair framed her soft egyptian face and her lips were to die for. She was a lot like Echo in spirit and appearance, only Echo was a bit more fiesty and her green eyes spit fire when she was offended or angry. Jeez, what was he doing?! This girl was a friend of Potter's. (all the more reason to have a little fun with the little raven) Draco jumped at the sound of his devil tempting him.

'' Draco,'' he stiffened as a lanky arm entangled itself around his waist,'' Draco, I've missed you.''

'' Pansy, I'm really not in the talkitive mood tonight.''

'' But I've missed you and I'd like to talk to you alone, please Draco,'' Pansy whined sticking out her lower lip.

Malfoys were known to be very selfish and that's exactly what Pansy was, his selfishness. He only wanted her when there was no one else and he enjoyed her treating him like a god. But there were times when an unidentified feeling crept into his icy heart. When she would cry, at times he'd let that confident, snobby attitude slip and a tightness would form in his chest. Was it pity? Perhaps, but he was a Malfoy. The son of Lucius Malfoy and the heir of the dark lord, or so he thought.

'' Pansy, I'm really not in the mood. I'm tired and I must meet Dumbledore after the feast. We'll talk tomorrow, okay?'' He wouldn't look at her, instead he gazed blankly at the food which resided on his plate.

'' O-okay Draco, tomorrow then,'' her voice was weak and trembling.

Next chp will be in Dumbledore's office so be ready smiles wickedly. This may be a little confusing but I'll make sure I clear it up soon. Also my updates will be slow do to summer homework and some original works of my own on fictionpress. Oh, hey if you'd like to know what the incedent between DM/Rasika is then check out my fic Nocturnal Goddess. Lots of.. how should we say sex. NOT BAD but there is a lot in there. It's a prologue to this and Anastasia is Echo!